By Mansi
I am not bound to the gates of a garden.
I do not know why I limited myself then.
The world is a vast open land
I run around holding no one's hand.
"Do you remember when".
I do not wish to remember then
The sun sets and the warmth is gone.
To the moonlight my eyes are drawn.
My vision is obscured.
Just like then
I become insecure.
There is no hand to guide me
In the darkness loneliness is profound.
Sitting on the grass, I look around.
It is only the moon and I.
With my hand I reach out to the sky.
I wish to embrace the gentle crescent.
I cry.
What I want is out of reach.
By Mansi
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